I cannot get over Achilles’ face in this painting. Holy shit.
He’s totally like: “Oh god, mom, put a fucking shirt on, I mean, what are you even doing? Can’t you see I’m busy lamenting the death of my boyfriend? Like I really need to see your tits at a time like this— YOU’RE SO EMBARRASSING MOM GAWD.”
And the rest of the Greeks are jazz-handsing in the background. They’re all ‘WOAH LOOK AT THAT TOTALLY WICKED SET OF TITS— I MEAN ARMOUR. WOAH’
Let me just say that this is the best interpretation of a painting I have ever seen
FUCKING JAZZ HANDS YES
If I were the Queen, I would wave to my peasants like this.
so you can drink a drink but you can’t food a food
the fact that he tried so hard to estimate how far he’d need to jump to make it on the couch and then not making it omfg
my heart just exploded a little
he forgot to factor in how slick the table was
i am so fucking done with this text book.